Got the Fever Meyhem Lauren

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[Intro]
Word up, man
Fat caps and shit
Pilots and shit
Griffins, rustoleum
Homemades
Lay-ups, the whole shit man
For all my real graff niggas, son. Them niggas know what it is, niggas out night, know what im saying? Gettin' that tag on and shit. Yo

[Verse 1]
I reminisce days wearin' all black, paint in my knapsack
Summer squash yellow callin' me, I had to rack that
Freaking for an inside, perfectly outlined
Laid make the strip shine, nigga I take mine
Tags on the J-Line, E-train tunnels
Flat black, got stacks, fat caps, by bundles it was like that
Take my spot, I'll be right back
Handstyles are major, stomp blocks in danger, my rusto's in labor about to give birth to flavor
Vandal Squad cops play blocks in a LeSabre
Tryna catch niggas creatin' their name lookin' for fame
Sometimes you get locked, it's just part of the game
Anti-freeze in my Griffin I was makin' a stain
First car to the back of the train, simple and plain
Wreckin' rack spots shuttin' 'em down leavin' them slain
Real talk son, graff on the brain shit was insane Nah'mean?